I've Finally Found The One

June 21, 2017

A few weeks ago, I was browsing AdoptAPet.com, as I am want to do, and I saw a photo of this tiny, mange covered little dog. The shelter that took him in had him listed as a 6 year old chihuahua, and had named him China.

How our story begins.

From the moment I saw his photo I couldn't stop thinking about him. A week went by and this little guy was still at the forefront of my thoughts. So, I contacted the shelter and asked if they thought we would be a good fit. They seemed to think we would get along well, so I drove about an hour to meet 'China'. When I got to the shelter, they told me that they really didn't know anything about him. That one day he just appeared outside the shelter, and that someone probably dumped him there after hours. That alone broke my heart. Then they brought me this tiny, six pound, scabby, dry-skinned, scared little bundle of love. It was love at first sight. We sat in the adoption room for almost an hour getting to know each other. He kept looking toward the window in the room, so we went to sit on the ledge and look out. He gave me kisses and fell asleep in my lap. I knew next to nothing about what was going on with his health, but I knew without a doubt that that dog was coming to live with me. I signed the papers without a second thought, and reluctantly left him at the shelter so he could get his full vet visit and neuter. With a promise that I would be back for him on Saturday, and that I would take care of him forever.

Signing the adoption papers!
If not for having to sit in traffic for an hour, I would have been at the shelter when they opened Saturday morning. I was impatient to get my baby boy. When I got there, they let me know that the vet said he had a type of mange that was caused by stress and hormones...and that he wasn't, in fact a Chihuahua, but a Chinese Crested! They brought him to me wrapped in a light blue blanket, and I took him home. He left his old name with him at the shelter, and from that moment forward he was Dobby...my much loved and cherished baby.

Our first walk right after leaving the shelter

It quickly became apparent to me that Dobby is one smart little cookie. He's obviously potty trained, as he lets me know when he wants to go out. He does his business, and he walks me back to the door (either my exact apartment door, or my parents' back door)! He trots his wiggly little butt to the kitchen when he wants me to feed him. He wiggles all the way to the couch when he wants me to sit and cuddle him. The first day, after we went for a walk around my apartment complex, he walked up to my car and sat there, like, 'You gonna put me in or what?'. He's still very shy, but so chill. He'd rather cuddle up in my lap with his blankie (the one from the shelter. He loves that thing) than anything else. 

Sleeping in my lap on his blankie

For the last couple of days, while my boss has been out of town, he's been coming to work with me. I can't even begin to tell you how much less stressful working for my dad is when Dobby is in the office. My little dude either lays in my lap, or sits in his crate with his blankie. Doesn't make a peep. Still lets me know when he needs to go out, and occasionally follows me around with this little tail wagging like crazy. His cute little personality is starting to shine through, and his skin issues are getting better every day. 

His ears are what made me decide to name him Dobby.
He sleeps with me, of course. He's my baby. He'll either curl up in his doggie bed (on my bed) with his blankie, or he'll curl up under my chin or in my armpit. He hates mornings as much as I do, but will get up and go potty when I get up for work. However, he insists that I put him back in bed while I shower and get ready.

We've only been together four days, and I can't imagine life without him. Today is the first day that I've been away from him, and my mom is happily babysitting her granddog. I'm a nervous wreck though. Thinking of all the things that could go wrong, so worried about being away from my little Dobby. I'm absolutely ridiculous, I know. I even gave my mother a long list of 'How to care for Dobby' instructions. I have no regrets. I love my little man, and I want to have many years of spoiling him ahead of us.

I adopted him thinking that he needed me, but I think I needed him just as much.

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  1. What a great name! He doesn't look like a "China" to me.
    And what a great story. I'm glad he found a good home.

    I -think- I have the story of my dog on my blog, but I'm not actually sure. Now I'm going to have to go check!